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Monthly Archives: January 2004
The winning spot in MoveOn’s “Bush in 30 Seconds” ad contest didn’t compare President George W. Bush to Hitler. It didn’t even call him a liar, or castigate him for deceiving the nation into war. The commercial that triumphed over more than 1,000 other entries — and that will run 30 times on CNN during the week of Bush’s State of the Union address, and possibly during the Super Bowl as well — was a subtle, elegiac and nearly wordless indictment of the burden Bush is shunting onto future generations with his deficits. It was made by Charlie Fisher, a 38-year-old advertising executive and father of two from Denver, a fiscal conservative who was a registered Republican until 1992.
Hector and Wanda after Daniel Lanios’ opening the SXSW 2003 Music conference.
I just redeemed frequent flyer miles for a round trip ticket from Los Angeles to Austin for SXSW 2004!
Now I just need to buy a badge. Therein lies the big monetary vs. worth debate.
From 1998 – 2000, I attended the Music conference and loved it. In 2001 & 2003, I got a Platinum badge to attend the Interactive and Music conferences. The badge is quite a bit more expensive and the extra nights in the hotel plus food make it a very pricey adventure. I am currently on a cash only – no credit world, and the Platinum is too steep.
The Interactive part of the conference really is worth the badge for the panels alone. But it is lonely, as I am a music person and even though I try to be friendly I have had a hard time meeting folks (must be the lack of afternoon parties and free beer & bbq starting at 2pm). While the Music panels have sucked for the last couple of years, I have a blast with tons of friends, colleagues, and newly met folk at the conference and the showcases.
I have been considering just buying the Interactive badge and then attending afternoon parties for the Music part and a few night showcases, thus saving the dough. But as Wanda and I just discussed, last year many of the showcases we wanted to see were only letting badges in and no paying customers or wristbands. Grrr…
Debate, debate, debate.
Good news is that Manic Hispanic will be at Emo’s on 3/19 for the BYO Records showcase!
I would like to recommend the following blog posts on Shrub. Please read, please vote the man and his puppeteers out of office. Please.
Do click on the links within each post:
From JD’s New Media Musings : Former Cabinet member: Bush used 9/11 as pretext for war
From Electrolite : Wall of death
Gina Martinez : Woman
2004 is an even, happy number. It is a leap year. It will also be the year of the Monkey starting on January 22, 2004.
In a comment to Theresa Neilsen-Hayden’s blog post, “Chrono log“, Jonathan Vos Post notes the following:
About “2004” as an integer:
2004 = 2 x 2 x 3 x 167
2004 is an EBAN NUMBER. Consider the number’s English name: “Two Thousand Four.” As Mathworld defines, The eban numbers are the sequence of numbers whose names (in English) do not contain the letter “e” (i.e., “e” is “banned”). The name was coined by N. J. A. Sloane around 1990. Note that this definition is imprecise insofar as special names are sometimes assigned to a few large numbers that do not follow the usual rules for the naming of such numbers.
The first few eban numbers are 2, 4, 6, 30, 32, 34, 36, 40, 42, 44, 46, 50, 52, 54, 56, 60, 62, 64, 66, 2000, 2002, 2004, … (Sloane’s A006933); i.e., two, four, six, thirty, etc. These exclude one, three, five, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, etc.
On New Year’s Day morning, I sat in bed trying to figure out why 2003 sucked so bad. A suspicion started to niggle my brain, thus I did division in my head, hopped out of bed to get my calculator, and my suspicion was correct: 2003 was a prime number.
As a lady born on the 24th day of the 4th month on a Monkey leap year, I am especially fond of even integers, and not so fond of prime numbers above 11. Thus, 2003 was a bad year. ;o)
I am looking forward to 2004 – The Year of the Wood Monkey – being a darned fine year.
Photo Friday : Best of 2003
For over 13 years, one of my favorite ways to take a self-portrait or group photo is to encourage folks to stand close next to me, extend my camera in front of me, and snap.
For my senior art exhibition to graduate with my bachelor’s, I did a series of non-objective color paintings that explored the reaches of my physical space. I am 5 feet and 3/4 of an inch tall. With a paint brush in hand, I can comfortably reach 6 feet in diameter. All the paintings in the series were 6 by 6 feet – the edge of my reach.
All of my series of “end of my reach” photos are usually funny to unflattering, as the farthest I can reach and shoot the picture with the average point and shoot film camera is just in or just out of focus range. With my arm out and trying to get others in the picture, I usually pull my chin back and get a nose in focus and other parts out of focus.
Most of all, I love the random compositions that result from trying to get multiple people into a picture that I can’t see before it is shot. With my trusty Sony Mavica digital camera, I am able to get fairly focused photos within in the range of my short arm, but I still like to make a face or two.
The above photo of Erica from Costa Mesa, myself, and Rusty Sanchez from last Saturday night is one of my favorites for the year.
Ok, after a week of holiday from blogging, I am back. A few notes before I get down to business:
1) Yeah! It is 2004, not 2003! Yeah! Already a better year. Yeah!
2) WallyMundo saved my bacon tonight. I hate their labor practices, their ugly clothes, domination and reshaping of the world shopping and buying habits, but I highly grateful that their photo dept. was able to print a large set of digital photo files on a short notice and do a great job so that I could make a deadline when all my fave photolabs are on holiday until Monday.
3) Tom Ridge needs to bug off. I promise not to use my postal box as a center of terrorism, if you promise to get out of my business and not be so snoopy. Enough said.